Jacques-Louis David, Andromache Mourning Hector, 1783 For each extatic instant we must an anguish pay in keen and quivering ratio to the extasy – For each beloved hour sharp pittances of years – bitter contested farthings – and coffers heaped with tears! Per un istante d’estasi noi paghiamo in angoscia una misura esatta e trepidante, …
Emily Dickinson – Per un istante d’estasi / For each extatic instant Read More »
Ford Madox Brown, The last of England, 1855 The Frost of Death was on the Pane – “Secure your Flower” said he. Like Sailors fighting with a Leak We fought Mortality. Our passive Flower we held to Sea – To Mountain – To the Sun – Yet even on his Scarlet shelf To crawl the …
Emily Dickinson – Il gelo della morte era sul vetro / The Frost of Death was on the Pane Read More »
Akseli Gallen Kallela, Clouds, 1883 I took one Draught of Life— I’ll tell you what I paid— Precisely an existence— The market price, they said. They weighed me, Dust by Dust— They balanced Film with Film, then handed me my Being’s worth— A single Dram of Heaven! Presi un sorso di vita – Vi dirò …
Emily Dickinson – Presi un sorso di vita / I took one Draught of Life Read More »
Claude Monet, The Artist’s Garden in Argenteuil, 1873 It is an honorable thought, and makes one lift one’s hat, as one encountered gentlefolk upon a daily street,that we’ve immortal place, though pyramids decay, and kingdoms, like the orchard, flit russetly away. E’ un pensiero onorevole, e ci fa togliere il cappello, come incontrare buona gente …
Pierre Puvis de Chavannes, Hope, 1872 What I can do – I will – though it be little as a daffodil – that I cannot – must be unknown to possibility — Ciò che posso fare – lo farò – anche se esiguo come una giunchiglia – quello che non posso – deve restare ignoto …
Emily Dickinson – Ciò che posso fare / What I can do Read More »
Frederick Carl Frieseke, Late October, 1909 The morns are meeker than they were, the nuts are getting brown; the berry’s cheek is plumper, the rose is out of town.The maple wears a gayer scarf, the field a scarlet gown. Lest I should be old-fashioned, I’ll put a trinket on. Sono più miti le mattine più …
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